Lyrics:
the building (Amen)
A couple real niggas in the building (Amen)
I'm finna kill niggas in the building (Amen)
I tell the waiter fifty bottles and she tell me say
don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they
this is
It's 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit
Aw nigga don't trip
I come through your hood, stunting in my yellow Lam'
Murcielago, top down, nigga damn
I'm
that .50 down
But when that bitch go off, I bet it make a nigga proud
Walk up on you and it make a bigger sound
Then I'm back to the strip club
money Broke niggas can't get fifty cent from me
Play wit in da pussy I play wit Da digital
Plays on da way Gotta pay individual
Paving da way Parking
50 nigags deep (10x)
yo, yo, yo
i roll with nuthin but them real niggas
hard to kill niggas
quick to grab the steel niggas
solider in the field
a house flip
Or turn A half a o into a bird and do a magic trick
I ain't 50 cent but I got keep a magic stick
That'll make a nigga disapear soon as I clap
Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name
Smoke on it, shit, choke on it
Bitch nigga, I'mma make a hit nigga
Hot mother fucker down to the skit
[Record Stratching]
Alright now here we go
[Drunken Master]
Fifty niggazhbhbh
Fifty niggaz deep
We fifty niggaz deep
We fifty we fifty niggaz deep
A couple real niggas in the building (Amen)
I m finna kill niggas in the building (Amen)
I tell the waiter fifty bottles and
She tell me say when
And I say
He got a gene
I got a gene
Just how to talk
God, my absolute do
We send me
I'm in the car by 5D
We all listen to 50 Cent
Why
Because the whole crew
the suburbs stop tryna diss before I take you niggas
Bitch, I kill you with a text, nine grave, bitch, I hate you skits
Y'all trying to call me broke, but
and holler
Pop a molly, shot my mom
I spit fire, molotov
Call me 50 Cent cause I got half a dollar
Poppin' off
I fuck on a soccer mom
She gon slob all on my
block street
Nigga health care insured by that guap
More ways than [?] to me [?]
Jackals playin' overseas with they yacht
Shit I probly be the same I find
Now it's big face time and I'm Balling on niggas baseline
It's on the wasteline
50 cent that nigga I'll let him taste 9
Then ima chase mine can't breath
cutthroat like that, nigga, I got it out the mud
That's on gang
(Keise On Da Track)
MO-motherfuckin'-3
Down by the river (that river)
That's where I
the jumpshot
Swish, nigga! We used to play Sega
Now it's Glock 40, with the red lasers
Niggas want to kill us
But they can't fade us
Play them corners, we
not a movie reel
Uzi's kill, bullets burn, you can get your Coogi peeled
Piss test coming soon so my niggas choosing pills
Liquor chases those, taste
real like me and B-Real
See you shoot, you ride but we kill
Concentrate unloadin' our steel
Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will
Riding on niggas that
prosper
Manoeuvre like I'm Bruce Lee, ya know I'm chucks
Been doing this since a young buck
Banging for fifty cent from a victim, while my gun talk
[50 Cent]
Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
[Young Buc]
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas
sno that
Lil bitch can't even come here
She sno it get crooked lil
Bitch can't even come here
For a couple cents these niggas really fake
I got 119
they like nigga
Rose gold on my wrist
This Rolex like devil piss
This Daytona illuminate
Y'all think I'm talking that devil shit
It's fifty racks no
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
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